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　　Chapter 353: Meeting your love rival, your eyes are red!

　　Hetun did not vent his anger on his men. Instead, he waved his hand and ordered Old Xing and his men to retreat.

　　Staring at the artificial leather armor that was stained with blood, Hetun felt as if he was trapped in a quagmire.

　　He once again thought about Feng Xinglang's face …

　　That face that made him want to strip off his entire body just by looking at it!

　　Feng Xinglang woke up from the pain.

　　This sleep was not comfortable.

　　Apart from the pain all over his body, there was also the dream of the violent collision that disturbed his entire body. It was as if he had been thrown into an oven.

　　The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Cong Gang's face that he wanted to beat up.

　　It was herbal medicine and still gave off steam. It would help to heal the wounds on his body faster.

　　The medicine that Cong Gang injected into his body was the western medicine, antibiotic.

　　With just a shallow look at the surroundings, Feng Xinglang was able to recognize that this was Cong Gang's Ghost Hut. He had even closed the curtains in broad daylight.

　　Feng Xinglang wanted to flip over and sit up, but the wounds on his body caused him to groan in pain.

　　Back then, in the business car, other than the excitement of wanting to kill the people on the anti-riot vehicle, Feng Xinglang did not feel any pain on his body. But at this moment, all the wounds were acting up towards him.

　　Cong Gang grabbed Feng Xinglang's waist and pulled his upper body down.

　　"It's not a serious injury, but it's not a light injury to you: a broken rib, slight internal bleeding; a broken gla.s.s shard that cuts your left ear and spreads to your shoulder blade on your left shoulder back; and a four-centimeter wound on your left leg that doesn't hurt the arteries."

　　This showed that Cong Gang had inspected Feng Xinglang quite carefully.

　　Feng Xinglang tried to sit up again, but it seemed as if his entire left side of his body had been drugged, and he couldn't even use a little bit of strength.

　　It was obviously the effect of the anesthetic. Feng Xinglang cursed deeply, but still laid back down in the end.

　　"Give me your phone, and I'll make a call." Feng Xinglang said with all his might.

　　After all, people who only had carbohydrates could not compete with chemical agents.

　　Cong Gang's phone was very ancient, its style very old. It was a type of encrypted phone. The phone call was to Butler Mo.